Serious foreign policy candidate John McCain’s little ditty, “Bomb Iran,” hasn’t gone over too well, it seems. Who’da thunk that a populace deeply opposed to an ongoing conflict in the Middle East wouldn’t have howled with laughter at a send-up of the next war for which the architects of the current quagmire are gunning?
Comedy is a brutal gig, man.
Anyway, the testy geezer was decidedly unhappy when asked about his reaction to the negative response his “joke” has gotten, snapping: “Please, I was talking to some of my old veterans friends. My response is, lighten up and get a life.”
Yeah, douchebags! Where’s your sense of humor? Bombing people is hilarious!
What irritates me so thoroughly about McCain’s exhortation to “Get a life” is that the life it has in mind is one ignorant of the world, indifferent to pertinent issues, and callous to the value of human life. It’s a life in which one doesn’t pay much attention to politics, nor scrutinize politicians too closely. McCain would be perfectly happy if everyone in America lived a life like that, so that making light of bombing another country wouldn’t matter, and he could cruise into the White House on the back of a bogus reputation he doesn’t deserve.
McCain doesn’t like citizens who have refused to become derelict in their duty, who haven’t gone AWOL. McCain doesn’t support a vibrant participatory democracy. McCain wants us all to stop paying attention and get a life.
We humorless gits who loathe you have lives, you condescending arse. Rich lives, in fact, in which we’re busily trying to save our republic, which is more than any sycophantic presidential wankrag like you can say.
Get a life, my fuzzy twat. How about you get bent?